Verses IV (Charlotte Smith Poems)
On the Death of the same Lady, written in Sept. 1794. LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek;Its hollow ...
On the Death of the same Lady, written in Sept. 1794. LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek;Its hollow ...
LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek;ts hollow winds repeat my sighs;The cold dews mingle on my cheekWith tears ...
It's dogged as does it. They've made it a saying, A motto to hold in that tight little isle --To ...
Pray do not take the kiss again I risked so much in getting, Nor let my blushes ...
I shall go on the gypsies' road, The road that has no ending; For the sedge is brown on the ...
Life is too short for any vain regretting;Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,And let us go upon our ...
Love and laughter lead you Down the pathways of the year, And may each morning feed you From the golden ...
No one so much as youLoves this my clay, Or would lament as youIts dying day. You know me through ...
WAS it for this I dearly loved thee?....But since at length I know thy heart,And learn no real passion moved ...
He walks like one enchanted, Whose soul is held in thrall, By some sweet presence haunted Who passed unseen by ...
11-11-1933 Bursa Prison My one and only! Your last letter says: "My head is throbbing, my heart is stunned!" You ...
Lord, we bow in prayer, the prayer you taught us taught the disciples, so long ago and we affirm the ...
To the tune of "Red Lips" Lonely in my secluded chamber, A thousand sorrows fill every inch of my sensitive ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
O my beloved city, How many times have I deserted you For the sights and sounds of Babylon? How often ...
No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day. You know ...
A bunch of old snakeheads down by the pond carrying on the swan tradition -- hissing inside their white bodies, ...
Thank Heaven! the crisis- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last- And the fever called ...
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